Olney Hymns (1840)/Book 1/Hymn 42
42.
The Joy of the Lord is your Strength.—Neh. viii, 10.
1 Joy is a fruit that will not grow
In Nature's barren soil;
All we can boast till Christ we know
Is vanity and toil.
In Nature's barren soil;
All we can boast till Christ we know
Is vanity and toil.
2 But where the Lord has planted grace,
And made his glories known,
There fruits of heavenly joy and peace
Are found, and there alone.
And made his glories known,
There fruits of heavenly joy and peace
Are found, and there alone.
3 A bleeding Saviour seen by faith,
A sense of pard'ning love,
A hope that triumphs over death,
Give joys like those above.
A sense of pard'ning love,
A hope that triumphs over death,
Give joys like those above.
4 To take a glimpse within the veil,
To know that God is mine,
Are springs of joy that never fail,
Unspeakable! divine!
To know that God is mine,
Are springs of joy that never fail,
Unspeakable! divine!
5 These are the joys which satisfy
And sanctify the mind;
Which make the spirit mount on high,
And leave the world behind.
And sanctify the mind;
Which make the spirit mount on high,
And leave the world behind.
5 No more, believers, mourn jour lot,
But if you are the Lord's,
Resign to them that know him not
Such joys as earth affords.
But if you are the Lord's,
Resign to them that know him not
Such joys as earth affords.